I knock on his door and he already knows that it's me - it opens immediately.

I sigh deeply on his sight, it's obvious that he just came out from shower. I know it even if he's fully clothed, but the missing shoes and the still wet hair gives it away. I'm so attached, so hopelessly possessed. Before he has the chance to say a word, I push myself into his space and crush my arms tightly around his waist.

I've come here, pulled by an invisible force, by something I could never explain, there are no words for me to find. I just want to stay forever in this embrace, never do anything else. The door falls shut behind me by itself and I know this is a silly thing for me to do now. I can't predict his reaction to my strange behavior and still, I proceed to stand there - clinging to his tall body, burying my head into his warm clothes, like he might vanish should I ever peel myself from him again.

Suddenly my voice asks humorously - "So, how did you make it back alive?", even if I don't feel like joking. He chuckles slightly nevertheless - "It's not all too hard to patch a body up properly again. The worst part was to convince my crew to clean up the mess I left behind in the operation room, ... but it's not like they had to do this for the first time." Putting a palm on my head, he caresses his fingers trough my hair, the gentle tugging and stroking pulling slowly me into a trance like state. "Thanks for the heart by the way. You really scared the shit out of the townsfolk there, they didn't even try to refuse the handover." This time it's me chuckling.

I make no move of ever letting go of him again and he makes no attempt to peel me away. I don't understand him.

Should I've ever judged his character properly, I would have expected him to get fastly uncomfortable and snap me away, but he just stands here - in the middle of the room, not even asking what the hell has gotten into me.

My fingers trail delicately the convolves of his shirt, so warm, so comfy. With every breath I take, there is his overwhelming scent. This is worse than a catastrophe, but I can't help myself. My palms search for skin to touch, tugging on the edge between his blue jeans, trying to sneak in and find more warmth - the longed direct contact. He sharply sucks the air in trough his teeth and shudders under my touch, but still makes no move to stop me. "Wari wari, my hands were cold." I smile into his shirt, not meaning the apology at all. He doesn't reply, but just lays his other palm behind my neck, circling gently my skin and producing goosebumps all over my body.

I don't feel like having sex again, I'm just an emotional wreck and he's the one responsible for it.

I love the feel of his skin against my fingertips, he feels so real, so right. I love his warm body, his calm manner, his sharp wits. Uuuh, what the hell am I doing? What will he thinking? But my arms pull themselves even tighter around him and I want to cry, but there are no tears in me. This makes no sense, everything is fine, there is nothing to be possibly sad about. OH GOD! Please don't tell me ... "Should I be concerned about getting pregnant?" I suddenly ask and could just slap myself into the grave for my hasty mouth. His hands freeze on my skin.

Then he replies casually - "Nope, I take something against it. I'm a doctor after all." Huh? He planned even so far? Already back then? Or does he always calculate the possibility in, to ...

My face flares red, as I burrow it deeper into his shirt and he just laughs, now crushing my body in a tight embrace as well. This is so odd ...

"Do you want to stay over night?" He simply asks, like it would be nothing special. I don't understand the world around me anymore, I don't understand myself, I don't understand him. How can all of this even be possible? How can any of this actually happen? "Hai" - I mumble, but make no move of letting him free, I'm way too embarrassed about myself and my body wouldn't let me anyway.

"Room" - One command, one simple shift and he pulls my body with him, as we fall and land directly in the middle of his bed.

It get's warmer. He just lays his chin on my head while I curl myself around his body like a kitten. "You know I will mock you the first chance I get, for being so cute?" - He suddenly asks. Ah there, he's almost back to his usual self. I don't reply for a very long time, snuggling myself so close to his body that there is no telling where my ends and his starts. Everything smells like him, the cushions, his clothes, him. He thinks I'm cute? Does he even like me like that? Ater all I'm Luffys sister, so I'm obviously allowed to be as cute as I want!

Finally finding something appropriate to reply, "Your hat is cute as well, so what?" I grin wildly about his shocked expression, then just start to kiss his throat - the parts which I can reach from my position, successfully distracting him away from my mocking again. He captures my lips instead and they're unbelievably soft. He places his hands on my face, pulling me closer and making the kiss more intimate.

I give myself over to his lead, allow him to roam my mouth, to trail my parted lips. The only thing I do, is just hugging him tightly - I just want to connect my heart with his body.

His hands peel my shirt away from my body, my mouth is still left open as he hastily removes his own shirt as well. Then he captures me immediately again - not even allowing me to percept the second we parted from each other.

The touch of my naked torso against his chest, of my stomach colliding against his warmth, of my arms winding around his back - it's like the missing piece I was searching for this whole evening. Closing my eyes, I relish myself in this connected feeling, my own body melts weak against his heat.

Encompassed in such warmth, like it could heal everything away - my doctor, my surgeon of death, my heart stealer.